My Beloved Super Fierce Wife
Chapter 683 is a big shot

Chapter 683: 683 is a big shot

Jing Huan: ??!

"Ah? Is that so, I’m really sorry for the trouble." Lin Tang felt a bit embarrassed as she touched the tip of her nose.

The man clearly looked like a busy and important boss.

She sneakily took a glance at Jing Ting.

The man had a handsome face, with a hint of severity in the corners of his eyes and brows, showing that he was a commanding leader.

And the Sun Yat-sen suit he wore undeniably confirmed that.

Judging by his face, one couldn’t tell his age, but there was an indescribable authority about him that commanded respect.

In short...

He was no simple man!

Jing Ting: "It’s no trouble, let’s go. The car is outside."

The man led the way, and Lin Tang followed behind.

Jin City was an industrial powerhouse of the country with constant bustle at the station.

Jing Ting was tall and imposing, deterring anyone from getting close, and Lin Tang, walking by his side, was tightly shielded, quickly leaving the station.

Once out of the station, where it was more open and less crowded...

Jing Ting pointed across the street and said, "The car is over there."

Lin Tang looked and saw a very conspicuous and imposing Dongfeng vehicle.

That must be it, she thought.

But is all this formality really necessary?

Musing to herself, she hurried to keep up.

The two walked to their destination in silence.

When they reached the car, Jing Ting didn’t open the door or get in...

Instead, he walked to the other side.

Lin Tang hadn’t yet realized what was happening when she saw him pushing a bicycle towards her.

Emmm, huh?

This is... the car?!

A bicycle, still counts as a car, right?

Seeing the young lady stand there in a daze, Jing Ting asked in a puzzled tone, "What’s the matter?"

Lin Tang quickly came to her senses and said with a smile, "Nothing."

Jing Ting’s worries appeased, he spoke firmly, "Let’s go. I’ll take you to the Guest House."

"Then I’ll have to trouble Uncle Jing," she said as she picked up her suitcase and hopped onto the rear seat of the bicycle.

Jing Ting’s eyes paused when he heard the unfamiliar address, feeling an indescribable sensation in his heart.

Bittersweet.

And a bit of a dull ache.

His loathing for Zhuo Jing grew stronger.

"Aren’t you scared to stay at the Guest House by yourself?"

Lin Tang was taken aback by the question but then smiled, "No, the Guest House is full of revolutionary comrades, there’s nothing to fear."

"If you’re scared, you could go to the Jing Family. Ranran’s cousin is home, and you two are about the same age; you might get along well." Jing Ting’s voice carried a subtle hint of expectation.

"Thank you, Uncle Jing," Lin Tang replied.

She didn’t commit directly, and although Jing Ting felt disappointed, it seemed within his expectations.

It’s good that the young lady is cautious!

Before long, they arrived at the Guest House. After checking in, Lin Tang took out some sauce that Jing Ze and his siblings asked her to bring specifically for him from her suitcase.

"Uncle Jing, Jing Ze and Ranran asked me to bring some of our brigade’s sauce for you. It tastes good. I hope you like it."

Jing Ting took it and his voice warmed by several degrees.

"It’s kind of you. Are you hungry? Shall I take you to eat? There’s a good place."

Lin Tang: "...I need to send a telegram home first."

"You don’t know where the Post Office is, right? I’ll take you there. Once you’ve sent your telegram, I’ll take you to eat. Jing Huan stood you up; it’s only right that I make up for it in some way." Jing Ting stated naturally.

Meanwhile, having just sipped some soup, Jing Huan sneezed again, sending the soup spraying in an arc...

Right across from her was a person she had just established a relationship with.

!!!

It’s ruined, another round of matchmaking coming up.

Her mind went blank, heart chilling to the core.

The young man methodically pulled out a handkerchief, first wiping clean the lower half of Jing Huan’s dirty face, then folding the handkerchief to clean his own.

"Sneezing repeatedly is a sign of catching a cold. I’ll get you some medicine when I return, to prevent it before it happens."

This man happened to be a doctor.

Jing Huan numbly nodded, "Then I’ll trouble you."

The young man smiled faintly, "It’s no trouble. It’s all part of caring for one’s own person."

Back to Lin Tang.

She had refused several times, and refusing again would be impolite.

"Then I’ll trouble you."

After sending a telegram at the Post Office, Lin Tang followed Jing Ting to a courtyard.

"This place is?" Lin Tang was surprised.

Are there still people daring to open restaurants now?!

Jing Ting, discerning the young lady’s thoughts, replied with a faint smile, "There are always exceptions to the rules, it’s not strange."

Lin Tang nodded.

The chef was a round-bellied man who, despite his kindly appearance, wore not a trace of a smile.

After ordering, he didn’t even utter a word of acknowledgment, just went straight to the kitchen.

Lin Tang was in awe.

To be doing business like this, the skills must be quite remarkable.

Jing Ting’s subsequent comments confirmed Lin Tang’s guess.

"Chef Geng has his ways, but his skills are excellent. It’s said he was taught by the imperial chefs of the previous dynasty. You should try it for yourself."

Lin Tang’s eyes lit up.

Imperial chef?

She was lucky enough for this?

"I really should give it a good taste. I’m basking in Uncle Jing’s glory."

Jing Ting chuckled lightly, "If you stay here longer, I can take you to a few more places."

Lin Tang smiled, "Sure."

A short while later, the round-bellied chef came with the dishes.

The enticing aroma wafted over even before he approached.

"It smells so good."

Hearing this, Jing Ting took the initiative to explain, "This is Osmanthus Lotus Root Glutinous Rice. Young ladies usually like it, and it’s not very sweet."

He had inquired about Lin Tang’s taste in advance and knew that, like himself, she didn’t enjoy overly sweet things.

Lin Tang had had this dish in the future, but it had never been so captivating.

Not just captivating in taste, but also in presentation.

Jing Ting used the serving chopsticks to place a piece for Lin Tang, saying, "Eat first, don’t be shy. If we wait for all the dishes, the first ones will cool down."

"Thank you, Uncle Jing. You too," she said.

Lin Tang reciprocated by picking up a piece for Jing Ting.

Jing Ting was taken aback.

He stared at the lotus root slices in his bowl, his gaze inexplicably complex.

No one had ever served him food before.

He hadn’t expected the first person to do so to be the girl who should have been his daughter.

"...Thank you." Jing Ting’s usually stoic voice carried an almost undetectable tremor.

Tasting the lotus root slice, suffused with the fragrance of osmanthus, he felt the sweetness weaving through his heart, stirring ripples that were hard to settle.

The chef was efficient, and it wasn’t long before all the dishes were on the table.

Jing Ting wasn’t talkative, and he didn’t say much during the meal. Lin Tang was hungry and unsure of what would be appropriate to say, so the table remained quiet.

About twenty minutes later, they left the courtyard.

"Where would you like to go now?" Jing Ting asked.

Lin Tang, rubbing her overly full stomach, ambled along slowly.

The chef’s cooking was so good, deserving of his royal training; every dish was delicious.

Hearing Jing Ting’s question, she replied, "I don’t want to go anywhere, I’m thinking of heading back to the Guest House. There’s a lot to do tomorrow."

Jing Ting didn’t insist, commenting, "That’s fine, I’ll take you. If there’s anything you need, go to the Jing Family to find me. Don’t be shy."

Afraid that Lin Tang would feel estranged, he mentioned it several times.

Lin Tang felt that Ranran’s father was overly enthusiastic towards her, yet she couldn’t detect any ulterior motives...

Could it be that she was universally loved?!

"Sure, I’ll definitely go if there’s something."

Zhuo Jing went out to dine with her husband and was startled to see her ex-husband stepping out too.